Jared didn't really want to think about it. He didn't know why subconsciously he wanted a weakened Jensen annoying Sam's life. But he was certain of one thing: That guy was just a figment of his imagination, and all that suffering was unreal. The only one who could suffer there, really, was himself. So he wouldn't let himself be dragged by the suffering of an imaginary being. He would ignore Jensen it if needed be.

Jensen had a bad night, being delirious with fever. He was confused, and he no longer believed to be the true Jensen. He was the imagination of a sadistic God, and was afraid to die. Or worse than that, he was afraid to live forever.

On the following day, the same old story… Jared woke up early to the sound of the cries of a desperate Jensen. He went out, drove for hours, ate cheeseburgers, hunted half a dozen of silly ghosts, and came home late. Jensen spent the entire day in bed, wondering if he would see Jared again, and ate nothing. He had no more tears to cry or strength to react. He had lost all hope of being saved.

When Jared came into the room, Jensen stood staggering, and walked up to him, perhaps in a last attempt to get noticed. He then touched his friend lightly with his hands. Jared pushed him away, trying to avoid contact. The gesture was enough to unbalance Jensen who was weak. His knees buckled, and Jared instinctively held the other man to prevent him to fall. After that he lifted Jensen in his arms and put him back in bed. They didn't trade a word, but looked in each other's eyes for a few seconds, feeling confused.

Jared pulled away, and Jensen's heart quickened. The younger actor walked to the door, thoughtful, and then returned, finally gently laying his hand on Jensen's forehead. He could feel the debilitating heat that was coming from him. They looked at each other again. In Jensen's eyes, Jared could feel a mixture of fear and relief. Why did Jared take so long to realize why his imagination created such beautiful and fragile creature? Jensen was a gift, not a curse...

Jared looked at his friend tenderly. Tears flowed from Jensen's eyes, now by pure emotion. God then looked at him, stroked his cheek and wiped his tears

- No more crying - he said - I'll be right back. And saying this, Jared took the key and left in the Impala again.

Half an hour passed before Jared returned to the room. Jensen panicked, but this time without losing hope. When Jared was back, he was carrying a large shopping bag.

He sat down next to Jensen, who looked at him with admiration.

- Let's take care of that wound first - Jared said looking at Jensen's belly.

Jensen kept quiet, without saying a word. He was afraid to spoil the moment. He was afraid to say anything that could destroy what he had finally conquered.

Jared then undid the bandage which covered Jensen's belly, which was already quite old. He cleaned the wound very carefully, wiped the pus and put medicine. It hurt so much that Jensen wanted to cry but he controlled himself. He didn't even groan.

- Great... Now that's much better ...Did it hurt too much? - Jared asked.

Jensen nodded his head negatively.

- Okay, let's take care of that fever now...

Jared felt his friend's forehead again. He was on fire. He helped Jensen to take an antipyretic, lifting his head with one hand and offering him water and the pill with the other. He also gave Jensen an antibiotic.

With that done, Jared grabbed his blanket and added to Jensen's, to cover him well, since the poor boy was shivering. Then he went to the bathroom, wet a cloth with cold water and brought to his bedside. After that, Jared laid in bed by Jensen's side, put one arm under his body, and pulled him up close to himself. Jensen rested his head on Jared's shoulder, who held him tight to keep him warm. Finally Jared put the damp cloth against his friend's forehead.

Jensen felt immediate relief. His body was finally warm and the cold cloth helped ease the headache. He was now feeling comfortable and protected. More than that, he felt God's love. He didn't take long to sleep, as he was exhausted.

Jared was awake for a long time, just watching the man who slept in his arms. How beautiful he was... How fragile... How nice it felt to hold him... Jared felt the urge to kiss him, but he didn't want to wake him up with the movement. Finally he fell asleep too.

At dawn, Jensen woke drenched in sweat. He tried to push the covers away, and woke Jared.

- What is it, my love? - He asked.

Jensen blushed. God loved him... He tried to hold back a smile.

- I'm hot... – he answered without giving more details.

Jared then helped Jensen to get rid of the covers.

- I'll help you get changed, wearing wet clothes can't be good for you - saying this, Jared helped Jensen to lay back on the bed, and pulled his friend's shirt carefully over his head. Then he opened the button and unzipped his pants, freeing the boy of this garment too.

With a fluffy towel, Jared dried the other man carefully, avoiding any movement that could hurt him. He dressed Jensen with one of his own shirts, which looked big on him.

- Okay, let's go back to sleep, I'll just cover you with a sheet now – Jared said as he proceeded wrapping Jensen again in a warm hug.

The next day, when Jensen woke up, Jared was already up.

- So, let's take a bath? You are still sticky of sweat… - Jarred said.

Jensen nodded his head without blinking ... Whatever Jared wanted he would do. Jared then protected Jensen's injury with plastic, and began to undress him, leaving him completely naked. Jensen flushed. He then saw Jared take off all of his own clothes as well. He was so big, strong and beautiful... In fact, a God!

Jared helped Jensen get out of bed, and helped him to the shower. "- Sit here," he said showing a plastic stool that he had arranged earlier. After Jensen was sit, Jared opened the shower and let the water fall wetting both of their bodies. Then, as naturally as the blink of an eye, he began to lather himself and his friend with a bar of soap. Jared slid his hands over Jensen's skin, in a sensual movement. And God, didn't that feel soft? Then he proceeded to move his hands to caress his friend's most intimate parts.

- Sam... I can manage to wash myself... - Jensen said blushing embarrassed.

- Now I'm Jared - he replied - and it doesn't bother me at all to help you...

Jensen didn't answer, but Jared smiled noticing that the older actor was getting embarrassed.

- Are you embarrassed?

Jensen smiled sheepishly.

- Jen, you don't need to be ashamed of me... After all, I created you, remember? So any embarrassing situation is 100% "my problem". After saying that, he approached Jensen's lips with his own and stole a kiss.

Jensen's heart quickened but he remained silent. Jared smiled. His unconscious was an amazing God, because it was delightful to see Jensen startled, flushed and embarrassed like that. He no longer wanted to be Sam and go around wasting time with stupid ghosts. He could have much more fun playing with that cute boy.

After shower, Jared dried and dressed himself and helped Jensen, who was still too much in pain to move. Jensen laid down and Jared said he was going out to buy something for them to eat. Jensen was not eating right for days, and needed to be properly fed. The injured man, however, didn't want to be alone even for a moment. He was afraid of monsters...

- Jensen, maybe there are no more monsters ... - Jared said, trying to reassure him - after all, there was no more Sam and Dean...

- How can we be sure? - Jensen asked incredulously.

Jared then decided to call Garth. He was the only one who could give them that answer. When the hunter answered the phone, Jared asked straight.

- Garth? Are you still there? Do monsters still exist?

Despite the strange questions, Garth could find meaning in them. The fact is that Kevin had now deciphered how to close the door of Purgatory, and the hunter was working on that task. Garth was maintaining secrecy about his endeavor, but he understood that the Winchesters, somehow, found out about it. Garth translated the question as follows: "- Garth? I'm Surprised you're still alive working on that job alone! Did you manage to close the door to purgatory, trapping all monsters in there?"

And then, Garth simply replied: "- Yes, Sam, unfortunately the monsters are still out there. But I'm almost exterminating them all..."

Jared then thanked him for the information and hung up. Garth was a little upset as the youngest Winchester never offered him any help.

- And then? - Jensen asked anxiously.

- Sorry, my angel, they are still around... My subconscious probably likes to see you slightly shaky... But nothing will happen to you, I'll protect you!

Jensen became tearful when Jared insisted that he had to go out to buy food, and promised him that once he was better they would try to find the "men of letters" home, which was the safest place in the world. And after they found this place, even if Jared needed to go out alone, Jensen was 100% safe from supernatural beings.

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